Innate Ability... Poem by Nestor David Armas

Your hair full of curls;

Sends me in twirls,

For your dark rings of fire;

Make me inquire,

How do you make them so?

Velvet charms shimmer and glow,

Upon your façade;

I'd want to parade,

You; up and down streets;

Show everybody your feats,

Of marvelous cadence;

All the while you sit in pretense,

Of meek humility,

But that's your innate ability;

To draw crowds from the throngs,

To sing of you songs;

Of utter amazement,

Until they reach derangement;

As I have up until now,

Delirious sweat on my brow;

Eternal admiration of you,

As I gaze at the beautiful view...

(04/04/2008)